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22 Maurya. I shall be taken utterly from earth? Criospa. So. Maurya. Yet abide with thee, my priest. CriosDA. Ay! Ay! Maurya. I feel no early prompting thither. CRIOSDA. No. It is sudden. Maurya. What then lacks? CriosDA. A draught : a word. Maurya. Where is the draught ? CriospDa. This incense in my hand. Maurya. What is the word? [Crrospa is silent.| Criosda, answer me. Criospa. To invoke death it were to answer this. Maurya. Ah, then, forbear ! [Crrospa és silent] How shall I know the word? Criospa. Good luck may bring it to the light. Maury…
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… with deep tenderness ; suddenly a pang catches him; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smili…
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14 Criospa. Yes! yes! of course, but only by my making. Maurya. Was not my birth miraculous ? and strange The death of the old people of this house That left you guardian¢ CRrIOosDA. Yes, girl, that was strange. Maurya. Then, is the power that makes me in the end True Goddess Maurya, yours, yours only ? Crriospa. [Solemnly.| No ! Stop ! ask no more! There lies the awful crux. Blind are fate’s eyes, and pinioned are will’s wings. In you the whole chance lies. Maurya. In me? CRIOSDA. In you. Maurya. _ I will do all to win ! CRIOSDA. Do all? Maury…
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23 [Criospa, ‘taking hashish, throws it upon the glowing censer. Maurya comes down stage and bends over it. Criospa lifts it up and offers it reverently.| Maurya. Methinks anticipation o’ the event Shoots in my veins, darting delight. Why, this is strange ! I am losing myself. Criosda ! The walls of the world fall back with a crash. Where is all this? Iam out of myself: I expand. O Maurya, where art thou, little phantom of myriads of agesago? What a memory! Ah, Ah! She is falling. [Maurya staggers. Criospa, who has been watching her narrowly, c…
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II Maurya. You fear? Am I in fault? Is Maurya maid The foe to Maurya goddess? CRIOSDA. Ah, indeed ! Maurya. Is not the work nigh ready? [Criospa grips his caduceus, which he has dropped, and presses it savagely to his breast. Then, with a mingled burst of Sevocity and joy, dashes Maurya aside to the ground, reaches his hand towards the empty throne, apostrophizing it, and cries with a strident laugh :| CRIOSDA. Ay, to-night ! [4 spasm overcomes him and he falls prone.] Maurya. Criosda! You areill, ill! Help! [He is silent; she unclasps the leop…
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9 [Maurya, /ike one in trance, rises slowly, gathers her robes about her, and descends to the altar. Reaching over it, she bends and lifts him by his outstretched arms. She puts her lips to his forehead, and he, with a deep gasp, as of one in ecstasy not to be borne, drops back, breathing deeply. She lifts her hands, and brings them slowly, very forcibly, for- ward, and says solemnly :) The Blessing of Maurya. Blessed be the House of the Servants of Maurya. Blessed be the Stones of the House. Blessed be the Tree of the House. Blessed be the Foo…
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13 Maurya. Oh! Oh! he must come out and be tended. Whereis the lever ? Here— [ Seed? supporting him on one arm, she ratses a ponderous knocker and lets it fall. A clang, sombre, and of surprising volume, resounds. The door slowly opens of itself.] Criospa. [Recovering.] Whois at the door? Back, back. It is ill luck, ill luck, I say. Where is old Andrew? The faithful fool—Oh, the last dreadful look of his glazed eyes! What am I saying? Maurya, girl, go! I must tend the temple. I must be alone. It is not fitting— Maurya. You are ill; come and be …
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30 [The stage, which is full of mist, gradually clears. It shows the Temple as in Scene I. On the throne the embalmed body of Maurya is seated. The altar flames with glowing charcoal, and a thin steam of incense arises. Rupua and Criospa are in front, R. Two priests minister ; @ goodly crew of choristers intone low litanies. A few young folk are at @ sort of barrier by the footlights (centre) in prayer. An old woman enters and brings an offering of flowers, which the priests re- ceive and cast before the throne. Rupna motions Criospa to be sile…
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…er. Her words are inarticulate, when with a last Ho! Ho! the curtain falls.| [The scene rises, and we again see the stage as in Scene I. Maurya and Criospa as in the opening. Criospa is, however, absolutely calm.| Maurya. Criosda, answer ! CriospDa. I obey, having heard. Maurya. This dawn shall see me take the final flight ? CriospDa. It shall.
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… O’ the feast? Criosda, shrink ! The rune is woe. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Mother of Sin ! Rupua. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Thus then at last the Luck of Maurya throws A double-six to lost Criosda. RupuHa. Ho! The Luck of Maurya! The power of the deed. Criospa. I find thee, mother, at last. Life’s final flash Gleams through the storm. Rupua. l am found ! Ho! Ho! Criospa. What of the power? I bid these waves be calm In Maurya’s name.
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…nd royal repetition ; kisses Flow like thick honey-drops in honey-suckle. That is their worship. Rupua. Whom then worship they? Criospa. Maurya ! [ Recalled to himself, he perceives the meaning a, this; with a great cry breaks forward and stands before the throne, raises himself up and says in triumph and knowledge 0) peace :| Then—I have lived ! [Reaches out his hand towards the enthroned mummy.| Maurya! — [With the last terrible cry he collapses, and falls ' dead with his head on Maurya’s knees.| Rupna. As it was in the beginning, is now, and…
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…Ah yes, look up, look up ! How pale you are! There is no blood in your lips. CRIOSDA. [Starting violently from her arms.| Blood! Blood ! Maurya. Lie still, dear, you are ill. Now! That is better. Come—can you walk a. little?—we will get Angus to help. Criospa. No! No! I am well! I am well! Go, go! If you love me, go. I cannot bear it longer. Your presence is my pain. There is nothing here. Nothing—leave me ! Maurya. Criosda, my own brother ! Criospa. Go! O devil! Devil! Maurya! [He reaches out @ threatening arm agatnst the empty throne. Suddenl…
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THE GOD-EATER Criospa, Maurya. [The Scene ts an old Baronial Hall, elaborately, yet somewhat grotesquely (from the incongruity) fitted up as an antique Egyptian temple, C. an altar berween two obelisks; on it a censer vomits smoke in great volumes. Above at back of stage 1s a stately throne, square and simple, on steps. In it sits MAuRYA, quiet and silent. She is dressed in sombre green robes, lightened with old rose facings. She is heavily braceleted and ankleted with gold, and her crown is a gold disc supported in silver horns, rising from he…
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CRIOSDA. Hart! Ham! Har! [Maurya, startled, looks up and half rises. Then sits again, with a strange sweet smile of innocence and tenderness.]| Criospa [ Lower.] The world is borne upon thy breast Even as the rose. Wilt thou not lull it into rest, Some strong repose More satisfying than pale sleep ; Than death more long, more deep? Hail! at the twilight as at dawn ! The sunset close Even on the lake as on the lawn ! The red ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtle…
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PERSONS CrIOspA. . . . . . Aged 33. . Maurya... . » His Sister, aged 16. RupHaA .. . . . -~ The Hag of Eternity. The scene of the Tragedy is laid in an ancient Scottish Hall, very remote. The time is the One-and-Twentieth Century after Christ. The action of the play occupies many years.
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…f the maniac laugh When loathing makes the bed to lust, and twine The limbs of agony about the trunk Of torture—rapture stabbing through—Maurya ! Ay, that was 1; and I the weeping wolf That howls about this hell that is my heart ; And I the icy and intangible That beholds all, and is not. RupuHa. Three in one ! One in three ! Death to the sun ! Glory to thee ! Thou wast there ! Enough ! It will grow. Ho! Ho! Criospa. In English, I was mad. But no new portents Confound the course of the sun, I left my home To seek thee out. When skill availed me…
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…culptured stone beasts on the walls.] So far the story is true. [Drinks a little.] Why, that 1s better already. I am again the priest of Maurya—who is the brother of Maurya? A trivial ape
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19 I scent the prey. I sniff the air. The dawn of day Makes Maurya May The Goddess rare. The light of the stars Be hers : go, go, Ye silent folk, Harness your cars ! Brace the yoke ! It is time to Know. Ho! Ho! Desolate deeds ! She bleeds, she bleeds. The golden head Is drooped for aye. She is dead, she is dead. She is God, and I? I am might. I am power. I am light For an hour. I am strong, I grow. Ho! Ho! I taught Criosda The evil runes. _ Mine were the tunes His passion sang.
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…hoose then what spangle on the robe of time Shall glitter in thine eyes : for the hour strikes. Criospa. Mother! I would see the Luck of Maurya stand Two thousand years from now. Rupua. Good priest, bring forth The globe of crystal. ist PRIEST. Hearing is enough. [The priest takes a crystal from out the altar, and places it thereupon. Rupua and Criospa advance.| Rupua. Look! I uplift the veil. [She unveils the crystal.| Criospa. I see a lofty pyramid sun-white Blaze in immaculate glory to the stars ; Its splendour of itself, since all is dark A…
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17 Of the dotards, slow constraint of Maurya’s mind Tothe one end. Next, study: next, research In places long-forgotten of the West, Deep hidden of the East : the perfect rite Dragged by laborious hand and brain to shape And this [ Raises giass.| the first fruits ! Hail, thou fount of wit, Light liquor, child of cares how heavy ! Drink ! The peace of the Priest ! [He drinks up the liquor.| Be thou my light ! Uncloud the misty channels of the mind! Off, horror ! Off, compassion ! Be the brain The almighty engine of the Will—and those Subtler and…